I see a sign – Waitresses wanted. Sounds good. I could do that.
So I go.
Dressed nicely, of course. Need to make a good impression. A little black skirt that falls to mid-thigh. A smart white blouse, ironed, demurely buttoned. Black pumps.
The place is called, El Mirador. Looks classy. Good tippers, hopefully. Boy do I need this job.
Demon hunting? Yes, there’s the job satisfaction, but hell, you can’t live on that.
Nice place. Gold columns, atmosphere and hey, check out the waiters. Think I died and went to heaven. Winks. Yes, I could work here.
And the waitresses? Heck, they’re all ten feet tall with legs that go on forever. Okay, I can do ten feet tall. Back straight, chest out. Cleavage, lot’s of it. Open top button, maybe one more.
The door opens.
“Mr Heller will see you now.”
I smooth down my skirt, walk into the room and, oh crap! My heart slithers into my shoes.
It’s him. If ever there was such a thing as a nemesis, it’s sitting there, behind the large mahogany desk, staring right back at me.
Dane, the one vampire I’d never been able to kill. Couldn’t, wouldn’t. I’ve never been able to work out why.
Eyes just a little too wide when he sees me. Hides it well, though.
Steeples his fingers, leans back and smiles.
“Fay. How nice to see you again. Do sit down.” He favours me with a look that takes in every inch of me.
“Now, tell me. How badly do you want this job?”
I wouldn’t have taken him for a lounge lizard, but there he is silk shirt open. Just enough on show to make a woman curious. Gold watch. Immaculate hair. The twinkle in his eye full on now. What the hell’s he doing here?”
“Nice little side line, don’t you think? Got lucky in Vegas, thought I’d open a place of my own.”
No, it’s too much. I may not want him dead, but I don’t have to be in the same room as him. I get up and turn to go.
“There’s obviously been a mistake, Dane.” And hell will freeze over before I work for you.
I take two steps.
“I’ll pay you double the going rate.”
I turn. “Without even an interview?”
“Oh,” he says leaning forward. “You’ve got what I’m looking for.”
“Go to hell,” I say, pulling at the door handle. Did he say double? I could use the money. Why did he have to say that? Devil and temptation.
He’s seen the hesitation and is out of his chair. Cool fingers on my neck. How does he move so fast?
“Come on Fay. I know you need this. Know you want to.”
“You’re an arrogant pig.” I refuse to turn around.
“Can’t argue with that one. Come on.” His arm is on mine. He spins me around. “Chance to make some serious cash? Girl like you’ll have them queuing up.”
Something about the way he looks at me, the challenge in his eyes – I can’t let it go. I’m a demon hunter, and he’s Dane, a vampire. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
And I don’t back down for anyone.
“Okay. Quit messing around. Are you giving me this job, or not?”
“Yours if you want it.” He pulls up an armchair and sits down. “Go ahead, strut your stuff. Pretend I’m the client.”
I take in a shaky breath. I can do this. How hard can it be?
“Anything I can get you Sir?”
“Depends on what you’re offering.”
“It’s all there on the menu.”
“And what are today’s specials?”
“On the board, Sir.”
He dips a hand into his pocket. Wow, that’s a lot of dollars. He’s up and stuffing it between my breasts.
“Private room,” he says. “Now!”
Private room? Goodness, am I dumb, or what? Falls on me like a cartoon anvil.
The money’s out, fluttering around his head, but he’s too quick. At the door before I can get out. Grabbing the handle.
He’s always done this. Got my back up with just a look, a word.
“Get out of my way, Dane.”
“Who would have thought it? Demon Hunter’s a goddam chicken.”
That does it. I grab his arm and yank him back into the chair. He’s only half surprised.
I hitch up my skirt and sit astride him. Okay, now he’s all surprised.
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